Hi~~ I have to put in my two cents here, because I think it's an interesting subject. I was actually just thinking about this, and how ironic my situation is. The reason, at least for me, is this. I began having anxiety attacks back when my kids were little. I know for a fact, with me, it was because of the overwhelming responsibility of being a parent. Some people can just be parents, and not worry too much, but I would worry about their future so much. I became so worried about what life would be like for them without me, that I focused alot on my health, and worried much more about dreadful diseases, convinced that I was going to leave them motherless in this world. I think it goes deep down, something about me feeling like I am the only one who could love them so much, and just this terrifying feeling of leaving them, knowing there is nobody, not even their father, who could take care of them the way I want them to be taken care of. It's sort of a controlling thing, and I continue to be controlling even today with my kids, where I want to do everything for them, even as they get older. My point in this all being ironic is that here I worry so much about having als, and honestly, it's not a selfish thing, I can honestly say that my thoughts are always what it would do to the kids, and how it would be for them, but, ironically, I am living my life right now like I am a handicapped person, so in some respects, it's like I already have a dreaded disease. I was just thinking while I was laying there one day doing nothing how I am letting this get the best of me, and acting like I'm sick already, and my biggest fear of not being there for my kids is sort of coming true, at least to a point. Of course, it's not as bad as having als, but I'm just saying, here the thing I worry about the most is something that I'm almost creating. Yes, my family has been so patient with me, and I feel terrible putting them through this. Yet, the ones I worry about the most are the ones I torture with this. I am quite sure that my family is very sick of comparing their legs, arms or whatever to mine, and seeing if I have atrophy. This stupid fear of als has turned into a daily conversation at one point or another. My son just said to me recently that every conversation we have had for the last six months has been about my symptoms. I can't imagine actually having als, and waiting for symptoms to get worse, and knowing that they will. At least right now I have the hope that I don't have that, but some days aren't so easy to see it that way. Anyway, sorry to go on there, but I'm just trying to somehow point out my feelings towards this. Somehow, even though I say that my kids are my biggest worry, it somehow ends up being all about me, which is what I worry about in the first place! Vicious circle~~talk to you later! Val